Grassy Noll stares at the giant statue and wonders: Is it about the Faune? Really? After all, Spongeberg is a *destroyer* not a creator. His very nature, his very essence in essence. The old Christ the Redeemer statue he worshipped up on the beige (read: yellow) ridge should be down not up. Conversely the Faune here is down on Green not up. Everything is Bass Ackwards. His 12 x 12 Atom *should* destroy, hmm. Or be destroyed.
“Why do you keep staring at that thing, Grass?” asks his friend from the couch of his Route 14 apartment, or just off of.
“Oh. Just thinking what might have been.”
Silicon Soul Church… Siliconicus. Yellow not green.
Sunklands 